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tit, laving it with his tongue. “Say something dirty to me in a different
language.”
    Laughing, she tossed out a phrase that sort of sounded like spaghetti
and meatballs .
    “That’s not very sexy,” he admitted. “What does it mean?”
    When she told him, in English, he sighed. “Now that’s sexy.
Say it again. In English,” he added hastily.
    “I want you to slide your cock in my cunt,” she whispered
and he almost thought he detected a faint blush on her cheeks as she did.
“That’s the literal translation, just about the same level of vulgarity.”
    He smiled. “Does it embarrass you to say that?”
    She nodded. “I’m a wimp on the dirty-talking front, I
guess.”
    “I wouldn’t suspect that of such an accomplished linguist.”
He moved his attentions to her other breast. “Did you mean it, though? What you
said.”
    “Oh yes,” she breathed. “Vulgar as it was.”
    “When you say it, it doesn’t sound vulgar. Just sexy. What’s
the sexiest language you know?”
    “Sanskrit, I suppose. The Kama Sutra in its original
language is,” she hesitated, “hot.”
    He transitioned up from her breasts to her lips and said
against them, “And you, Miss Prentiss, are the very definition of hot, whether
you open your mouth or not.”
    But he did open her mouth, with his lips, his tongue,
nipping at her, tasting her as he reached for a condom, pulling away only to
rip it open and roll it on.
    “Say it again,” he urged as he came down over her.
    “The, ah, the sliding your ah, into my…”
    “Yeah.”
    Opening her thighs wide, she said, “Why don’t you just do
it?”
    “Okay.” With a grin, he slid his cock into her soft, wet
depths. Wow. That still felt so very good, third time being the charm and all,
although the first two were pretty spectacular as well.
    She moved underneath him, slowly, naturally, and he savored
the unbelievable chemistry he knew he had with this woman, even when he thought
she was being paid to sleep with him. Pushing her hair away from her eyes, he
kissed her temple and then, with a spine-numbing friction, slid out, or almost
out.
    One fuck tonight had taken the edge off and he intended to
make this one slow and savor every second. With that intent, he rolled over
onto his back, keeping inside her, bringing her on top of him, her hair falling
around her in a dark curtain.
    The change in position felt wonderful to him, but it seemed
to stall her and she came up a little on her knees, her palms on his chest,
looking down at him, almost in confusion.
    Rubbing the small of her silky back, he moved his hands
around and up to take one handful of perfect tit in each of his palms, rubbing,
caressing. His cock throbbed but he stayed still, wanting her to set the pace.
    “Do you like to be on top?” he asked, and it came out lower
and hoarser than he would have thought for such a relatively innocent question.
    “I—” She swayed slightly on top of him, his cock registering
it with every nerve. “I guess I do.”
    The swaying was slow and mesmerizing at first and then
faster as she found her rhythm, circular, giving him intense pleasure but not
enough to come. He slid his finger to her clit, rubbing as she moved.
    “Oh yeah,” he encouraged softly. “Just like that.”
    He wished he’d put some music on in the background, if she
didn’t want to talk while they made love.
    “What kind of music do you like?” he asked.
    She tightened her knees around his hips, bearing down, and
began to drop light, feathery kisses along his neck, his jaw, his ear.
    “Because I could get up for a minute and—”
    She nipped his earlobe playfully and he brought both hands
around to her ass.
    “Or not,” he amended. Her skin was incredibly soft as he
rubbed the firm cheeks lightly, still not controlling, and enjoyed the mellow
feel of her riding him.
    When she moaned, her eyes falling shut, and shuddered, he
could feel her climax with every inch of him.
    But it wasn’t enough to